Bad grammar in title intentional.
So it’s Thursday, and all semester on Thursdays, I have had PDA 2 at 10 AM. I got up a little later than normal due to an intense heavy REM sleep I was in (seriously, I shut off my alarm and went straight back to dreaming!), so naturally, I left the apartment a little later than I intended. I trucked it to class, wearing an extra jacket that I didn’t need. It’s going up to almost 70 degrees today, people!
So I stumble into the pharmacy building feeling like I’ve given myself shin splints (speed walking + falling apart flats = leg pain), and both of the lecture halls are nearly-empty, except for one that has maybe half a dozen people from my class in it. I waltz in, wondering where everybody is, because it’s 9:59. Was there a Wednesday night pharmacy rager that I didn’t know about?
Then I see that things for Self Care 2 are up on the projectors, and I am informed by some lovely classmates who could clearly see my confusion that we don’t have PDA 2 on Thursdays at 10 AM on weeks we have group work sessions.
So my Thursdays just got a little more awesome, and I’m already on campus, so that means I found a study cove in the library, and it’s time to catch up on said PDA 2. Dr. Beck talks too fast.
During clusters, I made a bomb-diggity playlist with 72 songs on it, and I’m listening to Creed right now. I’m not afraid to admit it.
It’s wallpaper-sized so I’m crossing my fingers that it will totally break the blog layout.